Scarlet walked into the training room, she had booked it for the day, as she had heard another had as well. Scarlet didn’t mind, she settled her things on the bench, her large leather case filled with awkward licensed weapons that most people hadn’t ever heard off.

The room was large and white painted and neutral blue, mats and bars, ropes hung around the room but nothing else, walking over she started taking out her items, placing them across a large bench, some were small and deadly others large and unreliable. In other words if she didn’t work on them she could kill more than just one person.


Walking over the mat she started with a simple meditation, her mind clearing and focusing on only her strength, it was like calling on her animator power only it just concentrated her mind on her strength. Stretching she flexed her body, walking over backwards and forwards she rolled her shoulders and started to flex her muscles.

God. She hated things like this she thought as she shrugged out of her jacket just inside the training room’s door. Sharing a training room should have been an easy task but not for her, she trained she wanted nothing more then to loose herself and not be bothered by the real world and the things that wanted to hurt people. That’s when she was called in, weather it was a legal execution or a bounty she took it on. Some would have called her a thrill seeker, she called herself very practical. When people hid from what life really was like, she brought their happy little worlds down around their ears if needed. Sure, she cared about that thing, it was one of the reasons she was training with another woman.

Dressed in a pair of black combats and a loose gray t-shirt along with running shoes with a backpack slung over one shoulder, she didn’t seem like the person to handle a Werewolf or anything Supernatural. The old adage, never judge a book by its cover could have been aimed at her.

Letting a smile settle on her face she watched the other woman for a second, the private little inwards smirk never leaving her tanned face, Scarlet Morti, fellow executioner and animator of the dead….it was amazing what you could find out once you looked far enough and deep enough.

Scarlets eyes trailed over to the woman that had entered, she frowned a moment recognizing the face. Executioners were hard to find these days and many only had one by city. Luckily Scarlet knew people in high places and kept her inform with other executioners in the same city or on same missions.

Scarlets eyes wondered over to her weapons that were nicely settled on the bench near the woman, she continued to warm up as she looked over to the woman and threw out a message to her «  don’t touch anything you see » she said knowing she could really get told off for showing others high class weapons that were normally illegal to everyone in the world, lucky Jeff her old military police enforcer had them licensed for her.

Rolling her head she got up and walked over to the bench , smoothing out her clothes she took out a bottle of room temperature mineral water.